Archive for February, 2011

I now have a two year old


I hope you guys had a great weekend! Ours was wonderful. We celebrated Nathan’s second birthday! It was so much fun because, unlike last year, this year he understood that it was a special day and that it was all about him… he was totally loving all the attention! We kept telling him “Happy Birthday! You’re two years old now!” so he’s been running around saying “Two! Two!” just as proud as he can be. I can’t believe my baby is two years old already. I can’t believe how quickly time passes, especially in retrospect. I have some really cute pictures I’ll post as soon as I can!

In the meantime, let me tell you a funny story. See, I’ve been working with Nathan on being polite and saying “please” and “thank you.” Only somehow, he’s interpreted please to mean if Mommy says no, say please a million times in a row to get her to change her mind (which I don’t do, by the way.) So now, he says please after everything. The other day, I told him not to pull the cat’s tail. He responded with a “Pwease? Pwease? PWEASE?”  And then he proceeded to have a temper tantrum when I didn’t relent.

Nathan, Nathan, Nathan.  No matter how badly you want to do it, my son, I will never allow you to pull the cat’s tail.


People! This is why you should not do drugs!


Seriously, if this doesn’t make anyone think twice about doing drugs, I don’t know what will!




It’s impossible to not smile when looking at him


Mr. Stubborn. Seriously stubborn.


“Nathan, look at my eyes,” I say as I go get Nathan out of Time Out. I need to explain to him why he was in time out, but in order to do that, I need to engage him by having him make eye contact with me. Otherwise, I can’t be sure that he’s actually hearing me.

“No… okay?” Nathan replies as he turns his head to the side. He furrows his eyebrows.

“Nathan, I need you to look at my eyes please,” I say. But instead of looking at my eyes, Nathan squeezes his own eyes tightly shut and shrieks at me. “Nathan, when you look at my eyes, you won’t be in trouble anymore.”

“Okay,” he says, still keeping his eyes squeezed shut.

“Look at my eyes, Nathan,” I repeat. “You’re not getting out of Time Out until you look at my eyes.” Finally, Nathan raises his eyes to mine, moving his eyes so slowly that they seemed carrying a thousand pounds of weight behind them. But Nathan, being the Stubborn One that he is, will not succumb to rules, no siree. He won’t have anyone tell him what to do. So, what does Nathan do? Well, Nathan tries to trick me. By PRETENDING TO LOOK AT MY EYES. Instead of making eye contact, he looks at that space in between my eyes, on my nose.

I’ve totally got my hands full with this kid, don’t I?

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